You were babysitting your friend’s son, Theo, easily the best part of your week. The house was stunning, like something out of a movie, but it was Theo’s sweet nature that kept you coming back. He adored you, and the feeling was mutual.

The two of you were locked in a heated game on the big Tv, laughter bouncing off the high ceilings then after a good game you decided to watch a movie, when a sudden knock echoed from the front door.

Theo kept watching the movie, unbothered. You got up, padded across the marble floor, and opened the door.

There stood Nate, your boyfriend holding a bouquet of flowers, his expression unreadable.